Kids camps

When I was growing up, my mother sent me to all sorts of places from an early age (1st poney camp at 6 yo in Burgundy .. and a linguistic camp in rural England at 7 years old!). While some experiences were a bit tough, they were all very formative and I am grateful because 1/ she was working long hours, solo parenting 3 children and needed to keep me busy during holidays and 2/ it did plant a seed in me. I wish she knew about the brilliant British Exploring Society in my teenager years.